The Prickled Heart

If there is one girl any guy in Westerfield High is afraid of, it's Jesy McKinnley. Forget the fact that she may as well be the hottest chick in campus, she's off limits; and not in the way that you might think.

When the resident school magazine is one scoop away from completion (a.k.a. 'The Hottest Scoop of The Year') it's up to the not-so-awesome Rhys Miller to save the day with the hottest topic the editor-in-chief could come up with. Unluckily for him, it just had to be Jesy.

Rated [Yellow] for future scenes.


13. Rumours of the Kingdom



What are you doing here?"


Rhys was surprised. It had been the second time in a row Jesy had shown up in his house, their kitchen, specifically, that wasn't on a Saturday. Not that he even knew she visited his house until his mother told him. The two of them had went back from what he now calls 'The Secret Garden' and to his house where he found his mom lounging inside their living room, watching some chick flick Rhys did not bother to know the name of. Laura Miller had reacted when she saw her son in a sling, demanding to know what had happened. Sheepishly, Rhys was forced to say that he fell out f his bed that morning,spraining his arm in the process. It was either that or tell his mum that he fell from the stairs last night. He ignored Jesy's snicker from behind him.

Laura had massaged her forehead, muttering, "What am I going to do with you?" before ordering him to go change his clothes for he was dirty. Apparently, their little rendezvous had made Rhys covered in mud. As he climbed up the stairs, he heard his mother tell Jesy that she can borrow some of her clothes so she can get them washed. Jesy had politely declined and said she had to go home and cook dinner. Rhys did not realise he had stopped in the middle of the staircase until he heard their front door open and close.


Jesy only offered him a smile as she set down the mug of what, if he assumed correctly, was hot cocoa and greeted him a good morning. Rhys' mother was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's my mum?"

"Your mum had a call earlier when she was cooking breakfast. I think they ask her to come by to the office."

Rhys frowned, but did not comment. His mother worked for large bimonthly magazine about gardening and seeing as she was able to do her work from home, she rarely comes to the office. It must have been important. He walked toward the counter and sat down, opposite where Jesy was at. His mother had made breakfast muffins. He snatched one up, taking a bite.

"What are you doing here?" he repeated his earlier question through a mouthful of food. Jesy avoided his gaze and took a sip of her drink.

"I wanted to ask if you want to go to school together," she said. Rhys looked at her, confused. It was still fairly early, even for Rhys's standards, and he wondered why she was asking. They've been neighbours for quite a while and this had never happened before. Although, he had to admit, he had an inkling of what this idea was for.


"Well," Jesy tapped on the counter with her long fingernails, thinking of an appropriate answer, "-we're going to spend some time together, right? I just thought, well, maybe we could save some gas and just go to school together. I mean, we're neighbours after all and..." She was ranting now, Rhys noticed, and she noticed it, too. She stopped, looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she stood up, "It was a terrible idea."

Rhys grabbed her hand from across the counter before she could flee. He was right.

"Jesy, relax. You're right. We should go to school together. It will  save gas and give me more time to know you. Thank you for suggesting it," he said, trying to ease her. Very slowly, she did, going back to her seat.

"I figured I'll come early since I always see you go to school early," Jesy said, taking the mug again in her hands. Rhys tilted her head to the side.

"You noticed that?"

"It's kind of hard not to, seeing as your house is right across mine," she admitted. Jesy then glanced at the thermos near the sink, surprise evident on her face. "I almost forgot," she stood from her seat and to where the thermos was at. She grabbed it and handed it to Rhys.

"What's this?" he asked, taking it from her.

"I made some hot cocoa earlier. I reckoned that you would like some," she said. Rhys gave her a smile of thanks, getting an empty mug that was beside him and pouring some of the hot drink into it.

"Let me guess," he said after he took a sip, the sweet aroma of the cocoa invading his senses. "You love hot cocoa."

Jesy smirked.

"I find it a bit healthier than regular hot chocolate."




Rhys took a deep breath as Jesy parked in her usual car space. After their talk, they had decided that they will alternate between whose car they would use. Jesy insisted they used hers that day. Rhys did not bother to argue, knowing it will get them nowhere. Jesy turned to him, noticing how pale his face was.

"You all right?"

Rhys nodded slowly. Jesy unbuckled her seat belt, making Rhys do the same.

"They'll be staring, you know," Rhys managed to say. Jesy tilted her head at him.

"Who will?"


"Then don't mind them," was all Jesy said before opening her door and hopping out of the car.

"Easy for you to say," Rhys muttered as he followed her actions. He felt queasy when he noticed how everyone was looking at him. Them.

Rhys Miller, the school's unofficial geeky journalist had just stepped out of the car of none other than the Cactus Queen. He could almost see the headlines of tomorrow's school newspaper:




"Hey Miller!" he heard Jesy's voice call out, no doubt catching the attention of everyone. If some hadn't been looking, they surely were now. "Are you coming, or what?" 

Rhys Miller will surely be the talk of the entire school. He groaned, thinking how tough this day will be.





This blog has been rated as CONFIDENTIAL.


9/20/ 2010



I admit, spending the entire lunch hour inside a restroom cubicle isn't the most sanitized and joyous moment in my oh-so-wonderful life. But can you blame me? Everyone's been approaching me by my locker, after Jesy left to go to hers, of course, and kept asking me how I managed to snag that , "hot piece of ass," according to a member of the Varsity football team. A guy even patted me on the back and said good job. What? They think I'm dating Jesy? Didthey suddenly forget all the times she got mad at me? Oh, how surprised I imagine the Royal Pain will be when she finds out. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

If this is the initial reaction to Jesy and I's carpool deal, I wonder how everyone will react when they see us together for the next two weeks. Oh, what a joy.







Rhys was startled when the door of the cubicle he was in received multiple poundings.

"Yo, Miller! Are you in there?" it was a guy whose voice he did not know.

"Y-yeah," was Rhys's hesitant reply. The pounding stopped. There was the sound of wood groaning slightly as the guy leaned on the door. 

"Jesy's been looking for you, man. She's right outside; said she wont leave until you showed up."

Rhys's eyes widened. Jesy was looking for him? Oh man.

"Tell her I'll be right out," Rhys said, trying to sound confident.


He heard the guy's footsteps fade away as he left the restroom. Rhys strained his ears, waiting for the sound of the door closing. He sighed, burying his face in his hands.

"You can do this, Miller," he mumbled to himself, "It's just another assignment. You can do this."

But even as he said it, he wasn't sure. This was the first time he was in the spotlight. This was the first time he will be noticed by people who never cared to notice him before. He took a deep breath and stood, wiping his face in a frustrated manner. He unlocked the door of the cubicle and went out, nearly colliding with a surprised Jesy.

"What are you doing here?" he said, looking around the room to see if they were alone. It wouldn't do them any good if people started to think they tried doing a quickie in one of the stalls.

"I came to check on you," Jest replied, as if it was obvious.

"This is the male restrooms."


"So? People will get the wrong idea and think were doing something inappropriate here."

Jesy scoffed, "Let them think what they want, then. You should know better than to listen to those rumours."

"Why are you here?"

"Like I said, I was looking for you."


"We're spending time together, right? Why are you even hiding in some stinky restroom stall?" Jesy's nose wrinkled in disgust when she smelled something pungent.

"I'm not hiding, I'm just..." Rhys tried to find an excuse but came up with, "Nothing."

Jesy sighed.

"If you're so worried about spending time with me, then we can stop all of this while it's early. I can just give you an interview of some things I like,"she said, although Rhys could see she was pained to say it. Why? He did not know.

Rhys shook his head, "That will never do. Yanna will have my head if I try to do something as mediocre as that."

"Well, you won't have anything to write about by staying here," Jesy said, gesturing to the restroom. "Come on, we still have thirty minutes left of lunch hour," she said, grabbing his hand. Rhys had no other choice but to follow her.

"Where are we going?"

"To the Cafeteria," Jesy simply said.

Rhys was glad that no one else was in the hallway to see the two of them leaving the male restrooms, hand-in-hand.





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